"Ack!"
Octavia Blake loosed an arrow, the string twanging sharply as the shot pierced through the skull of a lunging monster. The beast let out a dying groan before collapsing with a thud, black mist dissolving into the air.
Kael Vi-rel glanced over briefly. "Really good," he muttered, half impressed. "I was worried she'd panic, but she's actually holding her ground."
Octavia Blake's face was pale, her breaths uneven, yet her aim remained steady. She fired again, hitting another creature in the chest before swiftly pulling out another arrow.
Perfect. As long as she's covering me, I can focus on dismantling the barrier without worrying about an ambush.
Kael Vi-rel adjusted the sleek silver-rimmed glasses resting on his face the Vismora Glasses, an advanced artifact designed to analyze magic formations. The lenses glowed faintly as lines of text and glowing runes reflected across his eyes.
